Naruto: Implied Kakashi/Sakura, Sasuke/Sakura.
Angst. Drabble series. Inspired by Sister Hazel's "Champagne High."
1. by my own hesitation
Thunder could be heard in the distance, but still she waited, watching as a gust of wind snatched fallen leaves up from the ground and twisted them about in the air.
A gloved hand reached out to her—there were so many things he wanted to say, but did he have the right?
Around and around they swirled, until, as suddenly as it had come, the wind stopped, and the leaves hovered a moment before drifting down to the rushing water below.
The hand paused—no, he did not; the fingers curled in and made a tight fist, and the hand slowly drew back.
Lost in the current, the leaves disappeared from sight as they passed under the bridge, and she closed her eyes as the rain started to fall.
2. for the million hours that we were
He took her hand in his—he was too proud, too confident, to get on his knees—and at his words, her eyes grew wide, staring up at him and seeing hovering leaves against a stormy night sky.
She closed her eyes, briefly, because she understood now, and when she opened them, the leaves were gone, again, and only Sasuke stood before her on that bridge.
Yes, she would marry him, and yes, she loved him—she told him this—but maybe, just maybe, she would love him a little less—and the man watching them kept that to himself.
3. the distance seemed right at the time
She was a beautiful vision in white.
Sunlight streamed through the open door behind her, framing her with a golden halo. Or did the radiance originate from her? Because she was surely glowing, her cheeks rosy and her eyes...her eyes were focused on the man at the front.
The music began and his heart clenched and she started down the aisle. His gaze was fixed upon her face, watching as she drew nearer, and nearer.
And farther, and farther away, as she passed him without a glance on her way to Sasuke’s side.
Just not his beautiful vision in white.
4. at your celebration
Your wagon's been hitched to a star
Well, now he'll be your thing that's new
A mixture of soft sighs and loud laughter filled the room as Sakura raised a piece of cake to Sasuke’s mouth. Her husband bore the situation with dignity, allowing only the smallest of smiles to cross his lips, while she blushed and giggled like the new bride that she was.
Wrenching his gaze away, he stared down into his glass, listening to the sounds of bliss around him. Maybe I was wrong, Sakura, he thought, because he would never say it, not out loud and definitely not to her, and downed the rest of the liquid in one quick swallow.
Yeah, what little I have you can borrow
'Cause I'm old and I'm blue
5. toast to the future
It was expected. Disappearing now would arouse suspicion, and refusing to give one when Sakura had asked him so sweetly—he could never refuse her—would only make her think something was wrong, when really, nothing was right.
Taking hold of his glass, the same glass that had been refilled too many times that night, he stood up and faced them with a smile. Holding the drink high, he said, "To happy endings."
It certainly wasn’t the first lie he’d told, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it would always be the most painful. He could drink to that.